At the Edge of the Woods

It was early morning and the sky was grey. It had rained last night and everything was wet and the cool air still smelled of rainfall. There the man sat in the living room. The house was dark and no lights had been turned on. The only light was coming from the windows and the colors of the house were dull. He left the sliding door open and the cool air swirled and pooled along the wooden floors. He looked out at the backyard. The puddles were deep and dark and plentiful and the trees lining the forest the home was built up against were glistening. When he looked out, he saw the old trail he and his wife used to take to walk into the forest. It was overgrown. He looked back at the empty house and cried.

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